Peaceful Animals on Halloween

Although the expression “fighting like cats and dogs” is a fairly popular one, the girls were well-behaved for Halloween—despite their alter egos.

Originally N. wanted to be a cat (me: “What do you want to be for Halloween?” N: “A meow.”) and K. wanted to be an angel.  I decided to not try to be persuasive and just let them be.  I’m in favor of coordinating costumes, and am not overly wary of Halloween itself, but (perfect as it may seem sometimes) I couldn’t pair N. as the devil against K’s angel.  So I sought a cat costume.

The one I ordered was much too large for N.  Nothing I couldn’t potentially alter, but a task.  K. tried it on (for fun) and it fit her and then I remembered: I had a hand-me-down pink poodle costume that might fit N.  I ran upstairs, brought it back, and behold!  It was the right size.  And it saved me from fixing the cat costume and making an angel costume.

Concert Attire

Because he is amazing, B. brought the girls to my Halloween-themed Symphony concert.  The girls dressed up (in last year’s costumes, so I could get another wear out of them) and had a good time.  I think they were, perhaps, a bit fidgety near the end (the concert was well past their bedtimes) but I’m glad they had the chance to come hear Mom play.

Hula Ballerina

N. had her second ballet class this fall (her first was just a three-week class with her sister).  This class had mom participation (sorry, gentle readers. There are no pictures of *that*) and it was fun to dance together.  And I use the word “dance” very loosely, at least on my part.  The kid is pretty coordinated. 

Each week’s class had a theme (butterflies, fairies, tea party, etc.) and during this particular week, we learned a hula dance.

And with her teacher, who she (obviously) adored:

Oh, there is a picture of Mom after all.  You’ll see it…

Future Musicians?

B. had to work late so I brought the girls to rehearsal with me one evening.  Like moths to a flame, they couldn’t help but ask for turns with the instruments.  Since the rest of my band wasn’t there yet, I indulged them.

And I not-so-secretly hope that one of them will turn out to be a drummer, so I encouraged this:

Good Times at the Bonfire

Hanging out with her friend A. who has moved and now lives in our neighborhood!  I’m excited to watch their friendship grow (especially as they are now old enough to be more aware of one other).

We brought D. with us, and she had so many friends willing to toss the tennis ball for her.

Holding her pumpkin and a s’more at the same time.  Can she do it?

Yup!

Tossing the pigskin.  I don’t imagine she’ll be on the football team in high school, but perhaps she’ll toughen up enough to play powder puff?

Friend Time

Hanging out with one of her good buddies M:

And playing with two of her best boy buddies.  Note N’s cape.  And really, note how politely and quietly then are playing together (I guess everything you see in a photo is technically quiet, as there is no sound involved, but this was quiet when it happened as well).

Pleasant Pumpkin Picking